take a drag from your spirit cigarette
a kiss on the filter, your lips of scarlet
the moonlit night, a chilled wind of air
a loving sight, your beautiful hair
amongst the felled leaves
with their purpose to fall,
slowly dancing upon
the brief hint of winter's squall

I dream of you by my side
and your name calls
as I look upon the sky
I feel you here yet you whisper
through silence
I wish you were here
to speak up to their violence
and although I turn cheek
to make it 'no matter'
visions of my creator
are hard to discern through
the chatter

I'd find any excuse to have you in the room
any excuse I'd find for me and you
your presence is a comfort
the loss within you is a gift
your tutelage is a resort
I find you where the divines' eyes meet

They had a long gait
and a perfect height.
I held onto their breast
and glided upon the surface,
each guardian at my side
guiding me to
serendipitous serenity.
I gently floated upon the waters,
I basked as if they clouds.
I rested and Heaven's dogs
took my burden freely.

Poetry comes in and out,
I barely rhyme nowadays-
my life isn't as sing song.

Yet I compliment something
that compliments life to
some rhythm
and I hope it aligns to you
people.
like a familiar song,
a familiar dance,
a familiar means.

maybe my words
won't ring true
(well, to anyone but me)
but they will
be written within
white backgrounds
in black text.
Good enough ?
I doubt it.

I want to write evil poetry
Where you are the villian
but I can't

the love I've lost
(Make it your fault)

We could have been high school sweethearts
Marriage with all our loved ones

(Dancing in our suit and ties)
(Ya right)

I wish that could be true
But our time isn't right

Maybe you'll come back
In another life

I await you
(In earnest longitude)

You're the poem
I wish to express
to the whole wide world
in intimate hours

I'm in drunk celebration
Wondering if it could have
been us..

But probably not.
Maybe someone else-
a different story.

I am a void to shout in.
If heaven or hell fails you,
I am the calm night of next.
To entice you out of your princess' tower.
I envelop like a blanket and yet suffocate like a snake.

dehydrated catharsis:
he's drying up by
roadside cabals and
lost in his longing and
harrowed halls


meet me in catatonia,
where my birds tweety tweet
and it's beautiful and sweet
yet it's not quite complete,
for it's sundown on the west side
and the trees' visage remind me of you
so I look at your pretty beauty
and you calm me and my mind
a last thing for the end
I'd lose every of thought to you
and your kindness

there was something or another
lovely and lonely
that was shared for a brother
ugly and only
that you could have called it his and yours
or yours and his.
it was, a boring hiss,
a submissive kiss,
like a leering lisp;
and there he sat,
and there he missed
missing with his last
goodbye wish-
for you ran,
you ran,
until you were
more than amiss.

Death is a peace,
love, its treatise.
followed by after-all
each soul to their-there;
to better-off.

falsities end by the wayside
bathing off by bayside
and the truth illuminates on
no ruminating song
letting go of anything
but the light.

I keep trying to let go of my ego
but it keeps holding me back
I wonder if she'd go
if it didn't happen like that

It seems we can't escape it
my mind is here for the time being
it seems we'll never sedate it
ill just listen to my heart beating

leave me alone
or leave me in company
either way nothing will be
solved, I couldn't even tell
where I should even be involved

Place me where I may
place me where I should
Place me where it's best
Where I'd be better misunderstood

Why does it even matter?
Just keep me in the throes
of this weird life
and hope I do good
along the way.

Stars shimmer in the ink-black sky,
A cosmic dance, a lullaby,
Eyes upturned, to heavens we glance,
In the universe's eternal expanse.

They're like dreams in the night's embrace,
Glimmers of hope, a guiding grace,
Diamonds scattered on cosmic thread,
A story of life, when they're overhead.

Oh, the beauty of stars that gleam,
Each a wish, a whispered dream,
Twinkling secrets in the night,
A canvas of wonder, pure and bright.

With constellations as stories told,
Ancient myths in the skies unfold,
They remind us of worlds unknown,
Infinite mysteries, yet to be shown.

A celestial ballet, they perform,
Upon the Earth's edge, they adorn,
like a necklace of pearl or twinkling
stones,
Guiding the sailors, the lovers, and the poets too,
Stars are always there, a connection between me and you.

In uncertainty's tender embrace I stand,
A flutter of wings, a whisper in the sand.
Love's essence, elusive yet true,
Bathing in wishes, our hearts renew.

Eternal longing, petals of ash,
Risking it all, for love's sweet clash.
Beneath dark skies, snow or stars,
A connection is formed through infinite bars.

Intimate moments, eyes that won't lie,
A hand on a heart, as passions fly high.
Through winter's black nights, you appear,
Snow and stars, a mystery set clear.

I am a lucky individual,
lucky to live, to have this life,
lucky to feel the sea breeze,
lucky to face the strife.
My life is in order
and here I am to face it.
I still feel that,
my past calling to me,
but the wind's at the front
and the before is no longer
needed, but 42nd street
is my home.
I am bound to this
fate, whichever I shall
face, lesser or a greater,
where's the difference?
And which shall be in place?

Some are fearful where I am pleased
and the skyline's aura calls me to new horizons.
The bird soars
where I am grounded
only thirst keeps me from
driving forward
driven forward.

Let's take a second for appreciation.
I kind of wonder where I'll go.
Will I go to the greats?
Do I even care about that?
You had your own destiny,
but I borrowed your sweatshirt,
doesn't it look better on me?
This beach is beautiful,
absolutely beautiful.
Not really much more I can say
but a lot more I can document.
A lot more I will breathe.

I've touched so many people deeply,
Good, bad, and better or worse;
I guess I'm glad to be of service.
(someone's gotta be ugly)

I've tried my best to do it right
(they like to remember my wrong)
and if not, try again.
(I love to try again)

Something about love
has always pulled me this or that way,
I'm sure alone.
(Better off for right now)

Better off ******.
Better off my friends
learn infamous lessons.
(I love to root for them from afar)

Lovers, leavers, leaders.
Poets, know-its, scholars.
Glad to be of service.
(A disappearing magic act)

I hope it was something healthy.
(maybe that made them wealthy)
stealthy-like: a secret link.
tell-me-like: a like-that (a free shrink).

I'll see you unconditionally
(As if I couldn't)
I wouldn't care if you were evil,
(who isn't just a little)
just be good where you can.
learn from every little moment.

Do you like them?

My little poetries..
My little penmanships..

Do you like how they sing?
How they dance, how they string?
How each has a bit of a different thing?

My little difference..
My little miseries..

May they save you from your sorrow?
Steal you from the dark?

My little riddles..
My little questions..

May I save you from the depth?
Would you relax in the shallow?

I miss you poetry..
(It seems I'll never have it good again..)(Ya right)
I'm just tired of waiting
for my next gold..
the genuine work
of my heart..
(I swear)

Am I a fool ?
Did I lose the point ?
Would it matter ?
I kissed you just to kiss you.

I need some beautiful poetry
The ones that write themself

Who's there to make it easy
Make it shine
To make it rhyme

Am I even worthy
of a poem of such magnitude?
Writing poetry can be so difficult..

someone to dance with,
I can't wait to make love with you tonight.
        Just watching you be you.
        We wanted some romance
   but all we've got is love.
Your eyes are like the stars up above,
   one more moondance,
  could I make some romance to you?
You're too good to be true
won't take these eyes off of you,
enchanted, entranced,
the top of my love list

why aren't my ends
amicable ?
my friends
understandable ?
my loves
accountable ?
these songs
irresistable ?

why do I
come short ?
ring flat ?
fall splat ?

you were someone I trusted

and that's all that mattered

I was a sucker for your name

and you helped me regardless of input

I went through Hell again,

still searching for Heaven

and I find my way

better each time

you were only once,
now you're never again.

Maybe I don't know Loss
aswell as I used to.
I prided myself in it-
knew its every feeling.
but I turned myself
from it to ensure
I wouldn't fall as
hard as I had known
before.
grief always ashamed
me but it also changed
me,
I don't even know how
to feel it anymore.

That's where
some pride gets you,
perpetual losing
in a state of perpetual
winning,
reality is the hardest
thing to work through
when stuck there;
like for better or for worse

sure I don't know everything
but I'll die before I say
"I've stopped searching".
In the face of many
obstacles
the poetry will come
sevenfold,
I just need to learn
to slow down or
whatever it is
I may still find
to learn.

fiancé music
a masked Frenchman
beer mugs
and Hallelujah
ice cream and gyros
ringing bells
carillon empassions
aquamarine capos
bug-bite hoverings
Follow me !
through haydream
daydews, to
songs out of
no where.
I guess that's
why they call it the blues,
because God only
knows what I'd be
without you;
Bethlehem.
Maybe I'd be a
breathless mess
or a hapless test
but flowers are for today
and toddlers are for tomorrow
there need no more poems
about sorrow.

oh mother of mine,
storm in my mind,
bring the thunder !
bring the rain !
I gave myself two
weeks of sadness-
that's all I can allot,
I promise;
        I'm sorry...

am I cool or whatever ?
           sweet or something ?
  annoying or not ?
prone to mockery ?
lovely or lonely ?
              clowning or frowning ?
    goodly or badly ?
                     what am I ?
a pink toast bubblegum ?
tough-toothed sleuth under-summed ?

am I smart ?
                                                   am I wise?
am I hurt ?
                                                    am I nice?
am I right ?
                                              am I alright ?
am I dirt ?
                                               or despised ?
am I him ?
                                                    am I her ?
am I sane ?
                                                 or besides ?
am I wrong ?
                                            I wish I knew !
I wish I knew !
            I wish I could know the known !
am I the walk ?
                                             am I the run ?
should I talk the talk ?
                         should I look at the sun ?
would it be that much more fun ?
                                       should I give up ?
should I give in ?
                                          should I let go ?
should I hold tight ?
                                    forfeit to the light ?
or sleep in the dark ?
                                    am I the monster ?
am I the mayhem ?
                                           am I the hero ?
am I the savior ?
                                        am I the friend ?
am I the enemy ?
                                           am I the rival ?
is this tribal ?
                                                is this libel ?
or liberty ?
                                           am I freedom ?
or captivity ?
                               am I love or nothing ?
hate or everything ?
                  is this too long for pleasure ?
too short for knowledge ?
                                           am I the view ?
am I the new ?
                                              am I the old ?
is this gold ?
                                              am I boring ?
too questioning ?
                                  too understanding ?
have you stopped reading ?
                           have I stopped writing ?

I have no idea what some of the stuff I write is supposed to mean,
I just write it to be honest.
It's not my job to find meaning that I've already marked.
Must be there somewhere,
I mean- I mean, don't I ?
Maybe I mean confusion,
delusion,
or conspiracy.
Elusion,
contusion,
or heresy ?
I could hardly tell.
English is fun
and that's all I know,
I speak to be spoken I guess.

I put my uncertainty
  into the paper
      but it doesn't make
       it any less true.
God takes me through
        so much falsehood
    shows me there's not anything
       more new.
take the hint,
there must be a purpose
to follow the truth
             you delude.

to see you hurt left me a terrible unease.
cringeworthy..
wrists breaking,
eyes poked,
or
bruised knees.

eughh..
Right to my core.
please be careful
out there Sprout.

there's a million different people we can be.
i only desire to be the one closest to who you are.

her hair
comes in
   parchment
her weave in
   burlap
beauty like
  touch
  kissing as such
a new fabric
sewn to my
scarecrow heart

golden light brilliance
my honey lover
flecks of divine
catch them on my tongue
oh, brother of mine
you're the one that feels just fine.
no doubt, no doubt.

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the ^ of a pencil over a pen
is the erasure of mistake
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I'm sorry,
    I haven't been myself.
But no need to fear, because love is what
   you deserve.
  We want no devils in this house,
       we want the Lord,
          we want everything.
    Serenity, peace; whatever we
          know we need.
        A God dream: A light beam.
  And I'm trying to keep to my faith;
        somewhere I can be safe.
     But I ain't finished, I'm devoted,
        I'm aware I'm a king,
ya, you know it.
     One destined to be a debaser !
   feats of perihelion !
     I am a man !  Cut from the know ! Wrapped in iron lung !
To deathless purgatory !
   Dancing with my eyes and lips !
   I can't stop ! I'm addicted !
I'm an animal !
    Strike me in my distress !
Out of control !
     We're out of control !
   Persecute those whom are weak,
just so we may feel strong !
   Crush those that beg at your feet !
            **** yourself !
       Come on and do us all a favor !
   Show your teeth !
A lover or a fighter !
   The day was come I was to
  mourn you !
A little loaded, steal another breath !
Who knew the other side of you ?!
      Gone too fast !
        Rest in peace !
I'm freaking out on the interstate !
     I feel their stares !
I'll leave this all behind us if we dare !

you're in the palm of the hand
that's holding your head up-
feel weightless
as you may,
gravity
shall shift
with every of
our kiss.

She's a dreamboat
  in the tunnel of love,
      white lightning like white wine,
  fluorescent lights in purple rain;
a deep crazy,
     an even deeper affection.
  her love is like magic,
      we're enthralled in
             respect.
    She is good, she is better,
      my favorite, and my best.
        my heart, the reason,
             why it beats in my chest.

the clouds span above me
yet the horizon mountains
are in the sun

cosmic.
celestial.
spaceship and satellite.
star.
constellations.

Heaven is like a green tree
   that blossoms,
in the Sun,
  it's the warmth of Spring
     but sitting in its shade.

     it's like a cool breeze on
       a chilly river-side
         that sways her branches
             and eases her spines;
            relieves her leaves.

it'll never leave-
       if we believe it to be true.
it continues-
       even after our end.